shaded, by eldoncole
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As the darkness covers us all with it blanket of despairare
our only desperation in life is to find the light. The light
we are seeking does not come from within us. The lights to
which we are seeking is in the far shaded distancees. We are
a wet wick on the candlestick and unburning on either end. |
| Posted: 2017-12-28 09:45:55 UTC |
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| 2014-01-14 21:41:09 | eldoncole |
| thank you very much |